How can you hold a pig and then not love them?

I have to believe that people think twice about what they put on their plates after spending time with me. I want to believe that between their initial reactions, seeing my buttons asking for compassion for animals, and then (for some) the interaction of holding me in their arms, that people leave with a new perspective. I may be a lucky to have a family who adores me and treats me like an equal member. But I'm not different than the pigs that are crammed onto the trucks headed to Smithfield to be used for bacon or ham. I'm also not really different from humans - I'm curious about the world, I love my family and friends, I want to live, and I want to be happy. That may be a lofty goal to have at only 11 weeks of age, but I don't believe a single person who I've met would let me be harmed. This is because they saw me as a being, an individual, an earthling, and not as bacon. And I see them as people whose hearts were being opened to a new reality; a reality in which species is no more important than skin color, religion, or any other factor. We may have our differences, but where it counts, we are all the same.

​-Charlotte

*Some people pictured may already be vegetarian or vegan